A sense of choice

While using anger as protection 

May invite interpretation as rejection 

 

Does feeling sadness makes you weaker

or does it build a human character 

 

And what are all those instincts

about fighting,flight,freeze or fawn

 

And still other things are needed as protection when dealing in deflection 

 

Stored in the attic of my mind

another forgotten lost and found

 

To clear this stuff that hinders life becomes a sacred rite

 

Take those things no longer needed

put them where they need to be

 

A dusty exploration begins a 

messy process worthwhile in the end 

 

While it may intimidate this mind 

my soul rejoices everytime

 

Beyond the angst I choose to reach

for the truest part of me

 

Some things will be discarded

while others are embraced

 

Whats valued most of all to me

a personal sense of choice